July 28, 2011, 12:04 p.m.
Road to Recovery: Chapter 1
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“Blaine… this has been a magical night, I… I love you so much,” Kurt whispered as he moved his way in front of his partner, quickly taking the once unoccupied alternate hand of Blaine.
“I know Kurt, and I love you too. You know I’ve never been good with actually telling my feelings straight up to someone, but with you, it’s so much different. Around you I’m not the nervous guy I used to be,” Blaine replied as he gingerly placed a kiss upon Kurt’s lips, smiling as they parted.
They had no idea of what was ahead of them.
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As they walked down the street, there were a few guys who didn’t necessarily like the sight of two men holding each other’s head and exchanging kisses. They decided to take matters into their own hands and stop this, as they would say, faggotry.
“So wha-” Kurt proceeded to say before he was interrupted by two men who walked out of the darkness and into the street light.
“What are two faggots like you doing around here?” he said, spitting at the ground below him. Reaching down into his pocket, he felt around for the small switchblade that he always kept on him.
“Yeah, we don’t tolerate this kind of bullshit,” the other man said walking up to Blaine, a hateful expression plastered across his face. His eyes full of animosity, he looked the two in the eye as his buddy joined him.
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“We’re not here to cause any harm or anything. We don’t want any trouble, okay?” Blaine quickly said as he put his arm on Kurt’s shoulder and quickly escorted him away, but the two men could care less.
“The fuck you think you’re going, queer?” laughed the man with the long hair, his hood covering his eyes. Running up to Kurt, he put a heavy grip on his shoulder and pulled him back, which he was not expecting in the least.
Feeling a hard and unforgiving grip on his shoulder, Kurt gasped in pain as the man dragged him to the ground.
Letting a few tears fall from his eyes, this was a familiar situation that he was used to, except, not in the sense that this could be extremely harmful for him.
Blaine quickly turned around, throwing a punch and guiding it towards the offender’s face. Smashing him square in the face, the man tumbled to the ground below, coughing up blood from his now broken nose. Damn, I hit him hard, Blaine thought to himself as he helped Kurt up back to his feet.
“Are you hurt?” Blaine quickly asked, his mind completely averted from the two men, to Kurt with a cautious look upon his face. That was a costing mistake, he completely and utterly forgot the two men.
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A rogue knife plunged through the soft tissue and flesh of Blaine’s back, sending signals of excruciating pain and confusion all throughout his body. The man sunk the knife once more into the side of Blaine, rupturing skin alike as it made a bloody entrance into him.
Letting out an intense scream of pain, Blaine dropped to his knees, blood seeping through his clothes and the two disgustingly deep wounds as he fell.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” the man with the knife said as he picked his friend up and ran through the dark alley from whence they came. Laughing at the two boys, the men yelled out “Death to the faggots” as their escape entered the dark cold night.
“BLAINE!” Kurt cried out, tears swelling in his eyes as he broke the fall of his boyfriend, sobbing as he held the young man in his arms. Ss he sloppily whipped out his phone and dialed 911, Blaine’s breathing rapidly sped up, his body started quivering from the pain and blood loss.
“Yes, f-f-f-four twenty Buh-Buh-Broker Avenue, HURRY PLEASE, HE’S BLEEDING EXTREMELY BAD,” Kurt uncontrollably cried as he put his face into Blaine’s hair.
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“H-H-Hold on B-Blaine, help i-i-is on its w-way,” he managed to get out, his hands shaking as Blaine gripped onto his hands.
“Don’t l-let me g-g-g-go,” Blaine silently cried into Kurt’s arm, a wet spot of tears taking over the fabric.
“I’ll never let go, I promise you Blaine,” the young boy screamed as he heard the loud sirens approach them. “Shh shh, help’s here babe, you’ll be okay,” Kurt whispered into his ear as Blaine slipped unconscious due to heavy blood loss.
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Kurt’s clothes were completely stained with tears and blood he noticed as Blaine was being loaded up into the stretcher. His eyes pink and puffy from the intense crying, he got into the back of the ambulance and took a firm grip on Blaine’s hand as they rushed off to the hospital, minutes turning to hours, hours into days.